COUSTOMER APPRECIATION (you must read this)

Hello!

Gosh! I jumped up and ran around screaming, when I read all of my reviews! Then I went and told my brother whose ten and could care less. That seems like overreacting, but I was so happy, and warm and fuzzy. You guys totally made my Labor Day weekend!

Then it was spoiled when I thought that Tuesday was Monday so I brought my bookwork and not my gym cloths. We do book work, and we actually have books for gym($54.oo to replace), on Mondays and Wednesdays, so I lost 5 five points on my overall grade. And we were getting graded on our run that day, so I have to make that run up on Friday. Don't ask, it's demented.

You know what this calls for? A celebration! No not really, COUSTOMER APPRECIATION!!!

Thank you to Moonwhisper, and Moonfairy who reviewed my story for the first time, you're wonderful! Thank you to Kyra, the thing about Spike's Hair's grave stone was so funny,

"A skilled practitioner of the art of defying gravity

And a true work of art.

It was a listener

It was a spy

It was a brother

It was a glob of green hair"

That was great and, YAY! You got your disk! Shari Hirtle, less false happiness in the future, I promise. That whole thing was when I was having screen trouble and had to keep pressing enter to see what I had wrote. Thank you, thank you!(I was so happy to hear form you again!) Thank you Cherry6124, you rock!, and Sydney you can put it on your site, if you want to! (Cool!)

And Chevron, you finally read it! Yay! I'm so glad! See you at school! (her name here is something else, but I call her that because that's what her lunchbox says.)

Kelly! Everyone meet my friend Kelly who lives far, far away from me in a distant land that I used to call home. You got to read it, Yay!

Goodness, I'm so happy. All reviewers are special, and I got the most reviews that I've ever gotten for one chapter. Thirty-one all together! It had been a while since I had done customer appreciation, so I thought that it was time again.

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Ok, now I will try to figure out how to carry on with this, hard transition. (Please point it out if I make a mistake, Oh, but dear god, please don't flame me! no one ever has.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. (It turns out that that the quarter I have isn't even an Ohio quarter, just a plain old, uhh, let me see…1985 quarter.) look a cowboyà ): 3 or he can winkà ); 3 see it see it! The ) is the rim of the hat.

Thoughts are in italics

Flashbacks are indicated by a line____ _

Lyrics are separated or something you'll know.

When a character answers his/herself are in parentheses

Retro Introspection

Faye had been listening to some funky shit all day, it would start off with a piano and then go into a whole guitar solo thing that was totally different form before. All of the songs had changes like that except for a few. And it wasn't in the least bit jazzy. Not my style, but it sounds cool. I don't have a clue where she got it, if you ask me I think that that shits older then she is by the sound of it. But that's just me. This one song was just ending and the last few lines were

……….Someday soon we'll

Stop to ponder

What on Earths this spell we wonder

We made the grade

And still we wonder

Who the hell we are……

I wonder where the hell she got it. Her songs are making me think too much. I've thought enough in the last few days to last me a lifetime. A lot of it just makes me depressed as hell. Like I don't feel that way usually. Though there's this one song that is kind of perky 'Come Sail Away With Me' it says. I don't know where she is but I'm gonna go tell her to shut it off. Don't need to be reminded. Some of it reminds me of her and some of it of me. We've been on the rocks since I broke her dumb stuffed animal. I don't see why it means so freakin' much to her. (yes you do) She hasn't spoken to me since, she's acting like a child (you would feel the same) no I wouldn't. (yes you would).

Spike sighed and in his mind saw Faye's face whitened in disbelief and shock, and tears trembling on the edge of falling from her green eyes. He heaved himself up off the couch and walked past the stairs, down the hallway that led to the hanger, were a new song emanated from

………..Soon as I find myself a crystal ball

Tell me, tell me

Where I'm going

I don't know where I been

Tell me, tell me

Won't you tell me

And then tell me again

My heart is breaking

My bodies aching

And I don't know where to go

So tell me, tell me

Won't you tell me

I just gotta know……….

It went form this soft twangy sounding guitar to, an electric on accompanied by drums as Spike entered. The hanger doors were open, it was nice day on Ganymede. Ed was out on the deck playing with Ein and she was saying something along the lines of, "Red light, Blue Light, one sock, two sock, Red Fish Blue fish!" and then turning to Ein who was chasing her, "Of course you know this means WAR!"

And there Faye stood, in her yellow ensemble kind of just staring off in to the distance, she wasn't seeing what he saw; she was somewhere else altogether.

As the singer continued Faye turned from the view of Ganymede and it's sparkling oceans and gulls to her motorcycle. She held a bottle of Windex in one hand and a rag in the other. She sprayed the windshield of bike a couple of times, still with that distant look on her face, and absently rubbed it.

She apparently didn't notice his presence. When some little insect remains wouldn't come off the windshield an annoyed look crossed her face as she 'huffed' and scratched at the bug remains with one fingernail.

It was kind of amusing and sad in a peaceful way, how she went about doing this-this normal task of cleaning. How she looked as she did it. She was completely unguarded like she had been when she watched Ed fly off to see the computer shop in the Space port at Orphis City. He wondered what she was thinking about. She just radiated this calmness, or peacefulness or something, not like me. A sad kind of calm and peaceful. Like acceptance. Wait, where the hell was all of this coming from? I must be loosing it.

"Hey, Faye what you up to?" he asked coming in to view. He wasn't wearing the blue coat or the tie, just the yellow shirt, but other than that everything was normal. Except for Faye. The wind tugged gently at he hair as she turned to look at him. A shadowy look snuck across her face and then disappeared as she tried to look like she still wasn't angry and hurt. It's been a whole week for heaven sakes! Jeeze! She turned away from him and went back to her motorcycle. They were still not on speaking terms, but he wouldn't stand for this shit. He was fed up.

"Faye why are you still ignoring me? It's been a whole week and Jet fixed it for you." he said dryly anger hinting in his voice. For a long while she said nothing Spike was about to start yelling when something barely audible fell from her lips.

"I only ever said one thing about her, your one thing, the one thing you had." she said in monotone, then paused and said, "I took the hint. But, you, the one thing that was my own……" she felt so tired and she didn't want to deal with this. Didn't want to explain to him. He didn't care anyways. He just wanted to end the silent treatment because it had screwed them up on the last bounty, their lack of communication. He noticed that the music had ended.

And she frankly didn't want to care that he didn't care. He had done something unforgivable to her, and it seemed just a trifle to him, but it was so much more than that.

He stopped completely put out by her words. At first it was Where does she get off thinking that she has the right to… And then oh, Julia…..yeah she was kinda like that, my one and only. He smiled feeling warm and fuzzy at the memory. But then he suddenly understood why Faye had brought up Julia. That one time Faye had said something and he had gotten all on her case about it, and he never heard another word.

He guessed what she meant by the one thing that was her own, he had damaged it and hadn't said a word, just left it hanging. Faye hadn't left it hanging even though she had said something he didn't want said. She had left her pride behind for a second because he had said not to do that and she didn't. It reminded him again of what an ass he had been. Why don't I just this once….

"Faye…I'm sorry. I'm sorry I broke your thing." he said. His voice was deep and humble and quiet. She was started by this statement.

"Stuffed animal." she corrected stiffly, she turned to face him. His face was tilted down and at an angle. His eyes soft and locked an the floor, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, about breaking your stuffed animal, I know that it meant a lot to you, and I didn't mean to break it, I was just angry, that was no excuse I know but I'm sorry." he repeated. Inside he was reeling. He had meant to stop right at the first sentence. Why the hell did I say all that?! he berated himself.

He understood? This couldn't be… At leased he said that he understood. She smiled and looked at him seeing him differently this time. Just a little, but still. He had apologized. He cared. Well at leased enough to apologize to her.

Instantly all the sadness and anger and ill wishes disappeared. One part of her wished for her to not forgive him so easily, said you can't make it that easy, but she did. She smiled softy and said, "Thank you."

She immediately felt much better and so did Spike, lighter in a sense. Spike looked at Faye and saw the smile and heard the words.

Like the whole scene had never happened, Faye picked up, " What does it look like I'm doing, Lunkhead?" she then gave him her best 'I'm only putting up with your shit 'cause you live here too' look.

Putting her hands on her hips and waiting for his smart reply, a small smirk growing on her face, reminiscent of the one spike wore on his face.

Holding true to what their friendship entailed he replied, "Can't ever tell with you…"

Suddenly a thought struck her, "You wanna go for a ride?" she asked feeling bold and looking directly at him.

He looked at her a slight question look kind of showed in his eyes, he smirked and answered, "Sure, let me get my jacket."

NFA: The two songs were The Grand Illusion and Crystal Ball by Styx, who are awesome and do great stuff. I was listening to Stella By Moor, you know that music box song at the end of Waltz for Venus, the whole time while I wrote this. Except for when I listened to Styx.

I hope you liked this chapter. It feels different from the rest…. I hope everybody was ok in here. I don't think that Styx could be considered as retro, but oh well. I also hope it made sense, it confused me, maybe I'll revise this later. Please review!!

Next time:
Might be an Ed chapter (I'm working on it!) or Driving song.